HPxTR non-magic au Harry was sure his mind must have short-circuited for a second, because it sounded like Riddle, his megalomaniac micromanaging boss who had a stick permanently stuck up his ass, had just asked him out on a date. "What, like a date?" He blurted out, his mind-to-mouth filter as degraded as the one in the coffee machine. Harry immediately clapped his hands over his mouth, failing to hold back in the words that had already fallen from his lips. Then, to his surprise, his uptight cold-hearted boss fidgeted. What the... Or, the story where Harry believes that his boss, Tom Riddle, is a heartless robot...and then they go ice skating. Disclaimer: I wrote this years ago and an only now putting it on Wattpad... so the quality is *questionable*